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  • π—Ÿπ—’π—©π—˜ π—•π—˜π—‘π—˜π—”π—§π—› π—§π—›π—˜ π—§π—”π—œπ—‘π—§π—˜π—— π—©π—˜π—œπ—Ÿ by khoi1i1
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    π—Ÿπ—’π—©π—˜ π—•π—˜π—‘π—˜π—”π—§π—› π—§π—›π—˜ π—§π—”π—œπ—‘π—§π—˜π—— π—©π—˜π—œπ—Ÿ: π—Ÿπ—’π—©π—˜ π—”π——π— π—œπ—¦π—§ π—œπ—‘ 𝗔 π——π—˜π—”π——π—Ÿπ—¬ π—₯π—’π— π—”π—‘π—–π—˜ An active workplace. There's nothing interesting to watch, but the only things being heard and observed are coworkers talking and typing on keyboards; utilizing this as a chance to converse and learn during working hours. These days, finding love in the office requires time and effort. Dull papers would be found in a gorgeous, opulent, modern edifice. "Boss, Mr. Santos your father, has assigned you new paperwork." Sheets of completed paperwork were placed on the desk by a man. "What is this?" The room reverberated with the sounds. "Sir, blind dates."